Poem

September 9, 2002

for Judithe Bizot

Piano notes

climb the high garden wall,

drip off ivy

after days of rain

each tapped leaf

a pressed key.

The still, bright day--

glissades and chords

two voices--

girl and man,

caress an aria.

Sudden heat on my cheek

love of this honey-sun world.

I cannot move.

Everything has just,

this moment,

arrived.

Pierced by beauty

as if swarmed

by bees.